Darling you're burning that candle from so many ends
You must be frazzled
And you're so bright
I'm dazzled
And so hot
I'm sweating
But where are you getting
All that wick?
And what if you run out?
Imagine space for all your thoughts your therapist says
Do you need a field? A forest? A lake?
They don't fit in your head
I need an the grand canyon, you tell them, an ocean
It doesn't stay put in the sky
All that commotion
All that noise in just one brain, those wheels must be tired
Your brain's only water
Your candle's just fire
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